My name is Boot

I was born in a place cold and cruel.

The wind blew strong and the rain fell long.

I’ve travelled far and tire not

I live on the foot of madam dear

I run with the one who keeps me near.

I eat the cold from icy feet and

Swallow whole the need for heat

Protecting tender soft pink skin

I stop halfway up the shin.

Mother Comfort taught me well.

That I am favored all can tell.  

Sleep comes to me when work is done.

I lay in peace out of the sun.

I dream of freshly fallen snow.

I dream of places hard and low.

I dream of many moments when I can protect my madam’s skin.